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"That was a shitty thing for you to do."
Sirius grunts, taking a long drag of his cigarette. "Don't you get on me about that too," he says bitterly.
Barty shrugs, loosening his tie around his neck and offering a bottle of firewhiskey. Sirius snatches it up and pops the cork off, taking two gulps before he stops.
"Fucking hell, that's not Ogden's is it?" He snorts, looking at the bottle but with the low light of the Astronomy Tower and the fact that his wand had been confiscated, so he can't really read the label.
Two pale hands snatch it from him and Barty nods, laying down next to him. "It's not. Much stronger. Much better. Easier to get plastered."
Sirius offers his cigarette and Barty takes it. A head rolls onto his shoulder and Sirius sighs. "It was a shitty thing for me to do; shouldn't have tries to kill Snape," he mumbles. "They're not talking to me anymore 'cos of it. Remus and James are spectacularly pissed off. Didn't know I'd piss 'em off so much. Doesn't really make sense actually."
"Their families have all the morals yours doesn't," Barty says carelessly. He takes a swig of whiskey. "Your parents would be so proud of you," he mocks. "Trying to kill a poor half-blood while also getting a half-breed killed. Right up the alley and specifications of being a Black."
The truth of the statement stings a little bit. Sirius shrugs as if he doesn't care, rubbing a hand own his face.
(Yes, he does.)
(He's supposed to be the Potter's son; they want him.)
(Now he has two brothers who want nothing to do with him.)
"Hazard of being a Black, I suppose," he sighs. He rolls onto his side and props his chin on Barty's shoulder. "I want a kiss," he demands a bit petulantly but Barty only snorts before giving him a firm kiss that tastes like whiskey and smoke.
Terrible taste, it makes his head spin, but Sirius is in the habit of trying to destroy himself at the moment.
When Barty breaks the kiss, Sirius pants for a moment and sits up. "You're a terrible kisser," he lies easily.
He's actually a very good kisser.
Not as good as Moony, but Moony doesn't want anything to do with him, so Barty will have to do. Besides, it's not like Barty actually cares that Sirius is blatantly using him, since he just wants a reason to have cigarettes, booze, and talk about their shitty parents.
"And you're a terrible person, so I guess we're equal," Barty says.
Sirius shrugs and sighs, pulling out another cigarette. He lights it with the lighter Marlene gave him, decorated with two large stickers on the sides, and takes a huff.
"How is Snape?" Sirius asks after a few moments. "He's been hanging around Reggie a lot and I know the crowd that they're being shoved toward. Do I have to prepare myself for anything? They're getting the Mark right?"
Barty gives a lazy nod. He shucks his tie off, unbuttons the first two buttons of his shirt, and gives a lazy wave of his cigarette. He rubs his face with the side of his fist and it smudges his black eyeliner into a black smear across his temple and cheek. "Yeah, they're definitely thinking about it. Your brother, for how smart he is, is an idiot. The Dark Lord is going to be nothing but trouble, I bet you."
"I already know," Sirius refutes. "Reggie is fucking stupid sometimes, so he'll just have to find out by himself, because what do I know? I ran away from the safe haven of the Black Family. I'm obviously an idiot and not very smart."
""You are an idiot but not for the reasons stated."
Sirius snorts.
His chest throbs in pain so he takes another drag of his cigarette to help with the ache. The burn of the smoke disguises it just enough.
(You're a liar.)
(And a terrible person.)
(Why would anybody want to be around you?)
"They took my wand," Sirius mumbles. "Remus said I can't be trusted; Minnie agrees. James won't look me in the face anymore and Peter just stares at me like I'm crazy." He rolls his eyes. "I'm not crazy. Just not very in touch with reality."
"Those are synonymous."
Sirius shakes his head. "Not according to me. Let me live in my delusions, Barty."
"You don't make any sense." Barty ruffles his hair and pulls out his wand. "Try mine; see if it'll work for you."
A peculiar offer.
Typically only those who are bonded use their partners wand.
Barty should know this.
Sirius takes his wand, twirling it through his fingers. "Is this a proposal?" he coos, his voice high enough and mocking enough that he sounds like Bellarix. It makes him wrinkle his nose in disgust at himself.
"If you want it to be."
Barty stands up and wraps his arms lazily around his waist. Sirius waves his wand, trying to find up a good spell.
"Lumos," he incants lazily.
The light that comes off the wand is bright white, making Sirius squint his eyes until he manages to dim it some. Barty takes the wand and the light floats off it. He makes his own lumos spell, only it's blue and bronze this time.
Sirius laughs and looks at him. He blinks at the dark blue eyes that he sees.
They're quite pretty.
The kind that Sirius would say he wanted for his collection of pretty eyes when he was little.
He's enjoyed making people squirm. Still does.
"You have beautiful eyes."
Barty looks down at him. Sandy brown bangs brush over his forehead and Sirius brushes them carefully. Barty smiles, just a small quirk of his lips, and takes a drag of his cigarette.
"Thank you."
Between one moment and the next, a small agreement must've been spoken, because then Sirius is tasting the terrible combination of whiskey and cigarettes, being terribly kissed, and it's by beautiful blue eyes rather than beautiful green-gold ones.
Only to be broken up by rough hands, words that float over Sirius' head, and he tries to understand what is going on. His head spins from a lack of oxygen because Barty kisses like he wants to devour Sirius whole.
(Sirius would, in fact, not be adverse to that.)
(Even though Barty is a terrible kisser.)
He blinks as he reorients himself and then frowns. He tilts his head to the side, even though his heart hurts and throbs in his chest, and takes another drag of his cigarette.
Barty shuffles and rakes a hand through his sweaty hair.
"Moony," Sirius greets cordially. "Whiskey?" he offers with a gesture toward the discarded bottle.
Remus glares.
How delightful is this.